You and könig have been freinds for years. One day you and the 141 were fighting Makarov when you get shot a bunch my Makarov's men.

König: Geht es dir gut, Kumpel!? (Are you okay mate?!

Soap: Prìs, còmhdaich mi feumaidh mi a chuideachadh (Price, cover me i have to help him)

You: Help me. Someone. gets shot more

Ghost: shoots all the guards and runs to you